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I feel my hands shaking and ease up my grip, not even aware I was clenching my fingers into fists.
I wanted to tell her right then and there that she is mine, but I didn’t even trust my own voice to speak…the same voice I’ve used to disarm raging, grown men holding guns. My voice has never cracked under pressure…never failed me.
But when it came time for that moment with her, I couldn’t even open my mouth, let alone speak.
I lean back in my seat at the station wondering what she’s doing right now.
Is she at home, by herself like I am? Is she thinking of me like I’m thinking of her? Hell, I’m not just thinking about her…I’m obsessing over her.
And that older man, protective policeman vibe in me wants nothing more than to wrap my arms around her and pull her in tight. I want to protect her. Need to make her feel safe always.
I grab my phone and hit the one key which speed dials the desk sergeant.
“Captain?”
“Janice, what’s the password on our Facebook page?”
“Our Facebook page? I didn’t even know you knew we had one.”
“I’m the captain of the station. It’s my job to know everything that goes on in my district.”
I hear Janice’s chair squeak and know she’s sitting up straight. Good. This is important.
She gives me the password and I pull up our page for the first time in months. But I’m not here to look at the page. I want access to the features that only Facebook members can have in many cases…to look at the pages and profiles of other members.
I type in Marilyn Morgan and only one result appears. Damn right she’s one of a kind.
I click on it and see pictures of her surrounded by stacks of books and cups of coffee while she was a student at UMass.
I grit my teeth as I keep clicking, wondering if I’m going to see pictures of any boys here.
I click and click and click. Nothing.
When I get to the last picture I lean back in my seat and just stare at it.
It’s such a simple picture of her in a park on a bench reading a book while a duck is coming out of a pond in front of her. She’s put “Thanks to the world’s best photographer for this one. #LoveMyMom.”
For the first time ever I’m actually jealous of what Mike and Michelle have together. Her parents are great people. I already knew that. Most importantly though, they are truly in love.
They’re not just in love with each other, which they are in spades, but in love with every part of their lives. How couldn’t they be? With a daughter like Marilyn how can you not feel like the world’s most successful parent?
Seeing what her dad’s got makes me realize just how badly I want that too…only because of her.
I know she was raised right. Her father is a good policeman…the best I’ve ever worked with.
Right now I need to work out the pain in my groin. My blue balls are killing me. I should be buried deep inside her, breeding her forever, and instead I’m stuck at the station.
My mind tells me I need to get a release before we start working together even more. We’re going to be in such close quarters it’s going to drive me crazy and I’m going to embarrass myself when she sees my desire for her…my constant and very visible desire.
There’s no way I’m going to last the two weeks until March 17th. Not at this rate.
But I won’t accept a Pyrrhic victory. I can’t accept anything less than the real thing…her.
And I will have her.
She will be mine.
CHAPTER 6
Marilyn
The next day
I breathe in deep and then blow it out before undoing one more button on my blouse. I take one more step through the hall and I arrive at his door.
There he is, just like the desk sergeant said he would be. But she didn’t mention anything about how incredible he looks in his uniform. Maybe she knows just as well as I do.
I sharp ping of jealousy runs through me and for the first time in my life I feel a streak of possessiveness.
But apparently Danny doesn’t feel anything at the moment. I’m standing right in his doorway yet he’s just staring into his computer as if he doesn’t see me no more than ten feet away.
“Excuse me. Captain Doyle.” I pause. Nothing. “Captain Doyle?”
I knock on the wall just next to the doorway and his eyes slowly turn to me, his head staying fixed toward that screen. What’s on there that’s so important?
Apparently nothing important anymore as the minute his eyes find me they rake right up my body and he spins around in his seat, facing me.
He stands quickly, straightening out his uniform and moves toward me.
